I'm an opportunist, not a bad person

II’m an opportunist, not a bad person

A curly haired woman fashionably dressed in business attire walked in with a smirk on her pretty face.
“What did you do now?” asked her best friend and roommate, who was currently on the couch reading the latest “fuck you” letter from her best friend’s ex.
“Nothing. “ She smiled widely. “Just convinced Crybaby Samantha that her job was too much for her-so she quit. And you know the rest fell into place.” She plopped onto the couch next to him, grabbing the letter. “Ugh. Richard again? I thought he was getting married? As in, over me. As in, not sending “fuck you” letters to me every week anymore.”
“Not uh uh. You are up to no good. “He gave her a look. “I thought you said you wouldn’t manipulate people to get your way.”
“It’s not manipulating, darling.” She flashed perfect teeth. “I’m finding the perfect opportunity and seizing it.”
“Ah, the ‘I’m an opportunist, not a bad person’ excuse.” He mocked.
She just laughed in response. “What’s for dinner?”
“What are you going to cook?”
“When do I ever cook?”
“You, darling, are the woman.” He told her.
“You, dear, are a chauvinist. “ She replied.
“You realize we have this fight almost every day, and almost every day- we end up ordering take out? Or going to one of your gay friend’s house on the west sides to have dinner?”
“They are your friends too!” She told him reassuringly.
“They think I’m gay.”
There was a silence.
“No one thinks I’m gay besides them. “
“And your father, darling.”
“What does father know?” He yelled.
She knew she hit a spot. He hates his father. She really shouldn’t be doing this, but there was a storm out, so the internet was probably down. What else is she to do for entertainment? Other people would do the same thing, right?
“The internet providers know all kinds of things.” She said coyly.
Putting on his ‘Bitch, it’s On’ Face, he said “Whatever are you talking about?”
“Say, two straight best friends were living together- and one of their computers was dead. One of said straight best friend gets the other’s computer, and look what one finds….” She paused, knowing she got him.
“Classified ads for a new roommate?” He retorted, refusing to break.
Colin, Colin, Colin, You know I’m the best at this game. Surrender now. Oh, and cook dinner.
“Or classified for m4m-tell me, I’m not familiar in homosexual slang, does that stand for ‘man for man’?” She full out smirked now, all guns loose.
“You’re such a bitch Emma. “
“You know what you have to do.”
“I’m not massaging your funkyass feet.” Colin crossed his arms.
“Cook dinner. 4 stars at least. Start off with a soup. I always crave soup when I’m manipulating. “
Emma reached out for Colin, showing that she’ll never do it in harm to him-because she does that to people. She harms them, without even thinking about it- without them realizing it. She’s that good. She reached out for her best friend afraid she’ll ever do harm-and he?
He hugged her tighter.